Rosalee McFall (Traditional)
Out on the lonely hillside
In a cabin low and small,
Lived the sweetest rose of colour:
My Rosalee McFall.
Her hair was brightest colour,
And her voice was sweet to me.
I knew that I would always love her,
And I hoped that she loved me
I asked her to be my darlin',
And this is what she said:
You know that I will only be happy
When you and I are wed.
Then God way up in heaven
One day for her did call.
I lost my bride, oh how I loved her:
My Rosalee McFall
I searched the wide world over
Through cities great and small,
But I never found another
Like my Rosalee McFall.
Out on the lonely hillside
In a cabin low and small,
Lived the sweetest rose of colour:
My Rosalee McFall.